Month: April 2017

I keep running into people around town who want to know where I've been. They are, of course, assuming that I've been somewhere adventuresome. Folks around these parts are used to me jaunting off to faraway places, I guess. It is true that I have[..]

Salem, Oregon – Resurrection is that moment when Jesus rose up from the darkened cave in which he was buried, cast off his too-tight grave clothes, pushed aside that massive stone and walked out in the bright sunlight of day. He is Risen, as[..]

The first thing I usually do after preparing a manuscript for publication is to read new work. That's right. I start reading all the books I didn't have time to read prior. Currently, I'm reading MY NAME IS LUCY BARTON. The book got great reviews[..]

There's a stillness over the house, the unusual quietness that is companion to the sick and ailing. The Bean is sleeping now, propped up against a pillow that deludes his Mimi into thinking it helps him breath, being upright a bit instead of flat on[..]

It was there, while crossing the bridge that connect this part of Oregon with the southern part of Washington, that I glanced over at a boat cutting through the silver waters of the Columbia River. Maybe it was the stillness of the water. Or[..]